Saturday, October 27, 2007

Sometimes I feel like I'm exploding; or maybe just expanding along with everything else.



Forget what I said about saying,
and just hear what I mean.

An oily layer left over
from all my days spent
walking about
the house.

You know, you know.
Somewhere deep down
there is a tired person
waiting to take a nap.

I can't believe the rain kept me
awake or waiting or anxious
to just let it all

go somewhere for once.
And you do know,
don't you?

That oily layer
and the way the cat feels
before you shower.

1 comment:

Mary said...

Walking in the rain with you reminded me of lying on your bed with a fever while you cooked dinner in the apartment with the paper snowflake in the window that faced my bedroom window where I went to escape my crazy house and where we made stationery on the floor while listening to Billy Holiday records while Robot attacked our legs. Please come to my house when your life is crazy and you can sleep on my bed while I make dinner and maybe Cosmonaut and Granola can attack our legs.